***Miles away....come back soon*** -
16th January 2006, 04:21 PM
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My sweetheart! U r miles away from me today,
But lot many sweet moments r with me to play,
Refreshing our memories, I am flying in d sky,
With feathers of love that u always caressed,
When you looked in my eyes for the first time,
I blushed but feeling your intense look & smile,
When you first touched my hand so carelessly,
I shivered with pleasure of being with my man,
I remember the first kiss, felt your pause before ,
Feeling the extreme moment you dint skip it,
I cant forget when you hugged me first,
I got my home where I could weave my dreams,
It makes me emotional, when I first cried for u ,
I wont breath next even if I think once without u,
Fills me with ecstasy , our first intimate moments,
Heartbeats pounding together, we touched heaven,
O luv ! I cant wait for you any more here in blue moon,
Show me the colors of life again, plz come back soon!
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Pallavi...
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Your attitude towards life decides Life's attitude towards you...
heyy pallo...
very nice yaar...really good...i'm sure he'll come back soon...lekin woh hai kaun??????????? mujhe nahi bataoge??????
any ways take care
Karthik
Chaandni mere pyaar ki kyun uspar na rang laayi
Kyun bas kami hi meri ibaadat me usko nazar aayi
Thaa laakh bura sahi main. sacchi meri chaahat thi
Kyun meri bhaavnaon ko woh samajh nahi paayi...
Dekhna chahta hun..
Tere tasveer ko khwab banake dekhna chahta hun
Aur us khwab mein apne aap ko khona chahta hun
I envy the words, which took the form of my emotions
I love my poetry…
Which has turned the tears of pain in to the pearls of love…
Ki gal hai...Tusi bade poetic mood me ho... Writing so beautifully.... Yeh bhai bahut hi sohna likhya hai... Loved the spark in it... Aise hi likhti raho bass....
Kab sochaa thha milegaa humsafar "Shweta" jaisaa
Lagta hai is baar "Pulkit", kismat teri bhi rang laayii hai
Language cannot be but in the heart,
A sense beyond all sense both loud and clear.
None may master it but by the art,
Grasped through mime, of holding being dear.
Underneath all words, then, must be love,
Articulate and frank, though rarely spoken,
Gift of those who through our maelstroms move,
Each a mirror in a line unbroken.
Wat u r is God's gift 2 u and wat u make urself is ur gift 2 God